Brother, My Brother - Michael Lanning

Brother my brother

One blue and one gray

Will meet upon a quiet field

The morn of judgement day

Brother my brother

God has heard your battle call

Now he'll watch his precious children

Learn how to stand learn how to fall

And his eyes will look away

For his heart will so be torn

As his fields of gold turn scarlet

From the rage of battle born

And the silence of the night

Will be broken by the cries

Of the ones who've been forgotten

On the quiet field where honor lies

Give me now a splendid sun

With all his light full clear

Give me now a gentle autumn

Before the dying of the year

Give me a field of unbloodied grass

While I can still see far

Give me one night on a river

And one unfailing star

Brother my brother

One blue and one gray

Will meet upon a quiet field

The morn of judgement day

Brother my brother

God has heard your battle call

Now he'll watch his precious children

Learn how to stand learn how to fall